Ballad for Solypsus the Younger

Happy people aren't actually people Brains are smooth and hearts made of plastic Of plastic When you touch me I'm shocked I have a body When you touch me at times wish I was energy Just energy In the car when your gloom stained my shoulder Tried to kiss me but your tears tasted like death to me You were dead to me That night in the car you were ghost and I was flesh Did I stroke the breeze or your hair? Your hair Happy people aren't actually people Vacant grins sent to make me feel hollow I feel hollow When sad people meet actual people They weep together but alone Alone We weep together but alone, alone